Shigarki had some big plan he needed me for. He had told me I became a villain after middle school, and they had to tie me up because I was going crazy before I passed out and he didn't know why I lost my memories. He said it was probably a quirk. I had a feeling of uneasiness and anger around this guy, but I just couldn't tell why. If I was on his side, then it shouldn't be a problem.
What was a problem, though, was the eyes. There were eyes everywhere. I kept catching glimpses of shining green eyes in dark doorways and on the rafters, but everytime I see them, they're gone just as quick. I can't tell if it's a quirk, one person stalking me, or multiple people stalking me. I just know that they're familiar, almost soothing somehow. Like I know those eyes. Like those eyes knew me...
Shigarki came in suddenly and told me the plan. The moment he came in, the large watery, beautiful green eyes disappeared. Sad. The plan was a bit messy, but my quirk and presence was needed. So I obliged, if only for the chance to see the eyes again. When Shigarki left, I heard voices and then some excitement before the door opened and I gasped.
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When Shigarki came out, I swung down from the rafters, landing on the floor with a thud. A knife shot out from my sleeve pinning him to the wall.
"When can I see him." I said, my voice hard and low. He smiled, his chapped lips getting fresh cracks. A dry, humorless laugh escaped him.
"Ah, young love. It disgusts me." He scratched his neck as he spoke, his other hand reaching up to the knife in his shirt sleeve pinning him and pulling it out. "You can see him now. I told him the plan and no memories sparked. I don't think you'll have much of an effect either." He walked away to the bar, sitting down as Kurogiri poured him a drink. I smiled and ran to the door as fast as I could.
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The eyes. The eyes was attached to freckles. And soft lips. And curly, dark hair. With a strong but small body dressed in black. Gosh, was he handsome. The back of my mind screamed with a certain terror and interest, like I knew this beautiful man but at the same time was afraid of him.
He walked forward with a smile, a knowing smile, and a certain sway to his hips. I was entranced by him, and it felt almost wrong. But maybe, just maybe, before I lost my memories I knew him. Maybe I loved him. And maybe he even lived me back. That thiught filled me with a strange excitement, and before I knew it he was in front of me. He was wearing a tailored suit and leather gloves, he smelled like expensive cologne and and undertone of blood. He reached up to gently stroke my hair.
"It's a shame you lost your memories, Kacchan. We had such fond ones together." He smiled and leaned forward a bit, and fought as I might but I felt a blush creep up my neck. He seemed pleased I was flustered and giggled a bit. "You always were so cute when I managed to fluster you."
Words seemed to fail as the shadow if memories started to surface, but all I could truly remember was him. The green eyes bringing me comfort and joy, then envy, then great sorrow and then a flood too great to properly describe what I felt. But I knew I had known this man since birth. That must mean that the hand guy was telling the truth. And then a name flooded to my mind and I knew.
"Deku? Is that you're name?"